Farmer Shane

My friend farmer Shane has perfected new breeds His corn and soybeans he's planted from seeds, An early morning riser, Using no fertilizer, He spends most of his spare time pulling weeds.
Written August 3, 2022 [for Farmer Shane]
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Krutsinger Avatar
August 6, 2022 at 8:01 PM
I see in one lifetime or another you have been a farmer also.
Hankins Avatar
August 6, 2022 at 9:20 PM
I grew up on a farm until I was in my second year of high school. So, yeah, I know a bit about farming. And, definitely pulling weeds!
Wolf Avatar
August 4, 2022 at 6:41 PM
Farmer Shane is the last of a dying breed. Most have given up these days. They are smoking weed(s). ~ Hemp-Healthy Organic Farmer
Hankins Avatar
August 4, 2022 at 7:09 PM
So true, gw, but Farmer Shane is among those who are doing everything possible to promote self-sustaining farming, farm to table, etc., etc., and he's bringing farming a long way. Thanks!
Leffanta Avatar
August 4, 2022 at 11:55 AM
After which God gets even by destroying Shane's crop? Aloha!
Hankins Avatar
August 4, 2022 at 12:32 PM
I suppose you could say that, Rico. Weather does seem to play havoc with the harvest!
Cunningham Avatar
August 4, 2022 at 3:29 AM
Lol, in their defence I find some weeds are as colourful as flowers. Tom
Hankins Avatar
August 4, 2022 at 12:32 PM
They are, indeed, Tom. In fact my friend Farmer Shane sells what he calls "native pollinators," which I teasingly call weeds. But, they do bloom and they do attract the honey bees which he is so worried about.
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